I went through your hometown the other day and there was this little girl running on a wall
Playing with her friends
And I said to myself
How were you when you were her age?
Were you running on walls
the long way home?
Enjoying life with your bright smile?
Or were you the serious type
The type I can see sometimes when you have work to do?
And your ponytail,
Did you start having it at that time?
There are so many things about you that I do not know
and so many things I would like to discover
Will we be together one day?
I went through your hometown and I said to myself
I’d like to have children with you
Red was again feeling the need to write, yet he knew it was somehow an exercise in futility. He had many things to tell her, yet no way of doing it. If she was attracted to him, as he still thought she was, they would find communicate again, yet when would that be? A lot of “yet” to deal with, and not much real hope.